Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.